“So,” I began. “You’re not going to run now that you know where I come from?”
He smiled at me before checking his blind spot and changing lanes.
“No. You’re stuck with me.”
“Phew.”
“They’re nice, Terry,” Lothair said in a serious tone. “They’re really nice. Your pops is incredible. How old is he?”
“One hundred and eleven.”
Lothair swallowed, then he asked quietly, “What happened to his omega? Your great grandpa?”
“He passed away nearly a decade ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“He was ninety-nine when he fell asleep. We worried about how Pops would deal with it, but he… I don’t know. They had an amazing life together, eighty years of marriage, and it’s as if Pops still lives off that happiness. He says he’s not alone because his mate stays with him in his heart and in his memories.”
Lothair was quiet. Maybe his mind went to his omega dad or maybe to our future.
“Can we do a sauna when we get home?” he asked after a while.
“Sure. Sauna and a swim.”
“And a fuck.”
I chuckled. “Of course.”
22
Low-Hanging Fruit
LOTHAIR
“I thoughtwe were going out for dinner,” I muttered as we climbed the stairs to the three-story brick townhouse. It looked like a museum or a foreign embassy, with a historical facade and a small garden surrounded by a decorative iron fence.
“You can have dinner here if you’re hungry,” Terry said.
The double door was carved with flowery motifs and adorned with a large knocker shaped like a donkey’s head. The donkey held the knocker ring in his muzzle. Before I could ask Terry about the weird choice of decor, he grabbed the ring and banged it against the door.
A large alpha in a suit pushed the door ajar and looked us up and down. “Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have a booking?”
“Good evening. Yes, we do. Terrance Harbinger and guest.”
“Welcome.”
He opened the door and gestured for us to enter a darkhallway that ended with a closed, dark-blue velvet curtain. A reception desk stood to the left.
I perked up at the sight of the pretty young omega behind it. He wore a white dress shirt that would have been conservative if it weren’t made of a sheer, glimmering fabric. His pierced nipples winked at me from beneath the material. He smiled knowingly when I dragged my gaze up to his face. Terry gave him a credit card, and the omega typed something on his computer before handing the card back.
“Your table is ready, and here’s your room key.”
Terry accepted the iron key and turned it over in his hand. It looked like it could open a treasure chest not a modern hotel room. Terry slipped it into his pocket.
Then, to my surprise, the receptionist handed us each a black eye mask, the type that covered half of your face. Terry put his mask on, so I mimicked him. This was no regular restaurant, then. It was going to be fun.
“Welcome to Priapus, gentlemen.”
